“When is Aidy getting here?” Jessica grabbed the large bowl of scrambled eggs
and brought it closer to her plate.
“I think his flight is due in at three.” My mother placed a dish of bacon on
the table and took a seat beside me. “He will be in time for the wedding
rehearsal; don’t worry.”
My stomach clenched. “Wedding
rehearsal?” I coughed, trying to clear the chunk of toast lodged in my throat.
“What wedding rehearsal?”
“Today at four. We’re running through the service.” Jess scooped egg onto her
plate. “I told you.”
Nervous laughter bubbled in my throat and try as I may, I couldn’t stop shaking
my head. “No.” I patted my chest. “No, you never mentioned a rehearsal.”
“Oh.” She placed the bowl back in the middle of the table. “I could have sworn
I did.”
“Nope, you didn’t. Believe me, I would have remembered otherwise.” I grabbed my
mug and knocked the coffee back before finishing my piece of toast.
“Well, it’s no big deal.” Edward took the bowl of eggs and helped himself.
“Just a quick run-through.”
“Will everyone be there?” Forcing a smile on my face, I looked up at them both,
hoping like hell my question would pass as innocent and genuine curiosity.
“Anyone who is involved in the wedding itself will be.”
Great. So that meant Jessica, Edward, the parents, and the bridesmaids, plus
me. That left Adrian and…. “Will Vicar Taylor, be there?”Oh God, did my voice just go higher?
“Yes, Margaret, William will be there. He is the one who is marrying Jessie and
Edward, so he needs to be there.” My
father skewered some bacon and tomatoes onto his fork.
Grimacing, I reached out and grabbed another piece of toast. “Just a question,
Pa.” A stupid one, but a question
nevertheless….
“It is normal for people to have wedding rehearsals, Margaret. Just because
you—”
Jess picked up the coffeepot. “Does anyone want more coffee?”
I straightened, my focus fixed on Pa. “I’m aware of that.”
“Maggie?”
My father’s shoulders went rigid. He lifted his head and our gazes locked. I
didn’t miss the way the muscle in the side of his neck ticked. Arguing with my
father in front of Jessica and Edward was not an option, so I looked away.
“Please.” I held out my mug and Jess poured the dark liquid.
I could kick myself. A wedding rehearsal hadn’t even crossed my mind. Having to
stand at the altar before William on the actual wedding day would be hard
enough, but having to do it twice…my
stomach churned.
“So, will Adrian come straight to the church?” Edward cut the awkward silence.
“Yes. He will get a taxi to the church, and then we will bring him and his
luggage back here.” My mother held her mug out to Jess.
“Adrian is staying here? Tonight?” I added sugar to my coffee. “Won’t it
be crowded? I thought—”
“No more crowded than it was in your childhood.” My father took a bite out of
his toast.More and more good news. Of course he
would be staying here; it was his family home after all. I guess, it was stupid
of me to hope that he would go to a B&B, but my parents wouldn’t have
allowed it even if he did suggest it. I hadn’t seen him in six years, hadn’t
spoken to him. And yet, in a couple of hours I would be locked in the same
house as him.

~ * ~

Author Bio:

Elizabeth Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal,
erotic horror, f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of
action and a hit of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no
matter what the genre, Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often
humorous spin to her stories.

Like
her tagline says; A pick ‘n’ mix genre
author. “I’m not greedy. I just like variety.”

And
that she does, author of erotic ménage horror, Creak, paranormal erotic horror and UK, US & Australian Amazon
best seller (Gay/Lesbian, Fiction, Lesbian), On the Rocks, and erotic romance, US, UK and Spanish Amazon
bestseller (Erotica Short Story) Truth
or Dare? She also has her hand in self-publishing.

Razel Dazzle, her modern adult
retelling of the fairytale Rapunzel, was her first taste of publishing her own
stories, and now she has the hang of it, it will definitely not be her last.
Look out for more information on her upcoming releases at her website: www.e-morgan.com

Away
from the computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill
her plants, dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she
cleans, watching movies or good television programmes – Dr Who? Atlantis? The
Musketeers? Heck, yes! – Or curled up with her two cats reading a book.

Thank you for having me over today and thank you
to all of you for stopping by. If you would be interested in winning a copy of
my new release, Stepping Stones or
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Friday, June 20, 2014

Delicious Delay is having a Deliciously Good sale for a few more days! JUNE SALE Delicious Delay is on sale for 99 cents

Thank you for letting me share my multicultural contemporary romance, Delicious Delay. The book is currently on sale for a limited time. You can grab it for only 99c from Amazon,B&N, AllRomance, and Decadent.

After my own not-so-delicious delay in the Middle East, I set out to write something funny, sexy, and set entirely in an airport lounge. It’s a quick summer read meant to make your mouth water (from the food…) and your toes curl. I hope I’ve piqued your interest enough to give one of the links below a click. ~Tara Quan

Stranded in a Middle Eastern airport, Michelle Day finds herself the object of interest for an abrasive, but all-too-sexy stranger—a stranger who tempts her with the forbidden in a land where indecency could get her killed. But how does one say no to such a deliciously, relentless pursuit?

Khalid Al Dehri takes one look at the red-headed spitfire in the business class lounge and knew he’d either been transported to heaven—or hell. Her tart response to his surliness intrigues him beyond all propriety and the longer he spends in her company, the more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction. But will she explore the sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep them apart?

Excerpt

He splayed his hand over the back of her head. She parted her lips to ask him where this would lead. But before she could make a sound, his mouth closed over hers.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed. Even if she did, his mastery would have turned the memory to cinder. She faced a man, not a young boy experimenting with teeth and tongue. Instead of the comfortable joining of lips between two people more friends than lovers, he drowned her in a tangle of silk and steel.

His tongue delved. She closed her fingers over his broad shoulders before trailing them down his triceps. One of his hands cradled her nape as the otherspanned her back. The contact melted her muscles. With his arms snaked around her body, she felt captive even though she sat on top.

She should be in charge. She should be taking the lead. Instead, his mouth set the rhythm and pace, guiding her through the sensual dance she only now realized she had barely known.

She reminded herself this was just a kiss—a single, sumptuous, seemingly endless kiss that threatened to turn her brain to mush.

Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com

Sunday, June 8, 2014

I'm pleased to have Haley Whitehall on my History in the Hot Lane blog today. Not all my guest authors write historical romance but Haley does! And she writes interracial historical romance which is one of my favorites.

Take it away Haley...

New Romance Trope: Determined Widower

Recently
I had a blog comment that my new historical romance release Midnight Kiss sounded like a good read.
She liked steamy widower stories. I’ve come across many romances with a young
widow woman. In fact, I wrote one myself, Midnight Caller, the
first book in the Moonlight Romance series. I agreed that I liked to read
widower romances too. That got me thinking was it a trope?

I
searched http://tvtropes.org/
and found very little about widowers. It was rather disappointing. However, I
believe the determined widow trope could easily be tweaked to accommodate a
widower. What do you think?

Due to more life experience, the Determined Widow Widower is usually more assertive and less passive in combating her his foes. She He might even tell The Hero The Heroine that she he doesn’t need his her help, even though she he often has children dependent on her him and therefore also in danger need of a woman’s care.

Yes, that just about sums up Matt Seever’s predicament in Midnight Kiss. All of that is true except for the part about telling the heroine he didn’t need her. He needs her from day one and he knows it. He needs the heroine to help him care for his two mulatto children and to help set his life back in order after the death of his wife.

Blurb:

Unjustly accused of stealing, nanny April Windmire is turned out on the streets without pay. With no place to go and no friends, she stows away on a Mississippi River steamboat. Her hopes to hide through the journey to St. Louis are dashed when a handsome white officer finds her. But instead of turning her in, he takes her to his private quarters where she fights her growing attraction to a man she cannot have.

Matt Seever’s wife died four year ago, leaving him alone with two small mulatto children. But his job as an officer on the Queen Bee isn’t family friendly. He knows he needs a new wife, but no southern white woman will marry him. When April lands in his lap, his prayers are answered. Or are they? April’s not the trusting type and racial prejudice runs deep in post-Civil War Missouri. Just when Matt convinces April he loves her, his new family becomes a target and there’s no backing down from this fight.

Together, April and Matt must brave heinous race prejudice crimes to find an enduring love.

Excerpt:

Matt barely held back tears seeing the children sleeping on either side of April. In the dim light April reminded him of Caroline in so many ways. She had the same molasses colored skin, the same sleepy smile.

He rubbed the back of his neck. April was not Caroline. She could not replace his beloved. Still, the children looked perfect nestled in her arms. Like they belonged there. Would he be able to convince her she made his family whole again? Could make him whole again?

He gently shook April’s shoulder and her eyes parted, still glazed with sleep.

“We took a nap.”

“I see that. I finished my work. We can go home.”

He picked up Hannah and the little girl hugged his neck. “Papa, is Miss April going to live with us?”

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

It is summertime and you know what that means? Love is in the air! Okay, maybe it isn't necessarily a summer thing. I like to think love is always in the air. I'm a hopeless romantic like that. Welcome to the Snog by the Sea Blog Hop where it is all about kissing!

Today, I give you a kiss from my F/F historical western romance The Virgin Madam.Once I was dry I passed her the towel and proceeded to dress. Josephine padded over to me and stilled my hand as I pulled up my drawers. “You don’t want anything more?”

“Oh.” I blushed. I didn’t know if I was ready to take that step. The step I had sworn to myself never to cross with any girl. “Maybe later.”

Sorrow flashed in her eyes and her lips turned into a precious pout. Those plump pink lips were irresistible. I leaned closer until we were only separated by breath.

Josephine closed her eyes and swayed as if the bath had melted her muscles. Without thinking, I reached my arm around her back to keep her from falling.

“I knew that would work,” she said, mirth in her voice. Her warm breath brushed my cheek.

I kissed her tentatively on the lips. She kissed me back with fiery passion. I let out a soft whimper, surprised by the unexpected assault. She straightened, grasped both sides of my head to keep me still, and continued to ravish my mouth. She tasted as sweet as molasses.

She walked backward toward the bed and I followed. “Lay down,” she said in a soft growl. “Let me take care of you.”

Blurb:

After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the cancan for her each night...at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent madam from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

This Blog is part of Snog by the Sea over at http://blissekiss.co.uk/snog-by-the-sea/. Leave a comment to go into the Prize Draw for UK winners you can win 2 All-Day Smut by the Sea Tickets for you and a friend or for our international visitors we have a mystery eBook bundle you can win with books from some of the hottest names in Erotica.

In addition, please comment below if you’d like to win a copy of The Virgin Madam.

Monday, June 2, 2014

As the country music song says it is time to get your summer on. Okay, I don't think that is really a song lyric. At TRR it is time to party with some great romance authors of all genres.

And of course the party comes with lots of prizes.

Here is the list!

Winners
and Prizes:

Winners
will be randomly selected by the system and notified by email. The list of
winners each week will also be posted on the site.

The
decisions of the contest judges are final.

The
prizes must be accepted as awarded. No exchanges allowed. For non-cash
prizes, these prizes are not redeemable in cash.

For
ebook prizes, winners hereby agree not to distribute the ebook via email or
upload to a file sharing website or via any technology presently in use or
yet to be invented. Distributing ebooks is a violation of the author’s
copyright, and violators would be fined and prosecuted.

If
you won a prize but no one has contacted you within one week of the
announcement of winners, kindly contact carole @ theromancereviews.com.

What's
a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love
to her?

Corporate
business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her
best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her
with her purchases, it follows her home.Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn
between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in
her life.

Thall,
son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the
woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and
for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what
he represents - a fantasy.

In the heat of battle, photographer Horace Bristol captured one of the most unique and erotic photos of WWII.

Bristol photographed a young crewman of a US Navy “Dumbo” PBY rescue mission, manning his gun after having stripped naked and jumped into the water of Rabaul Harbor to rescue a badly burned Marine pilot. The Marine was shot down while bombing the Japanese-held fortress of Rabaul.